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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

An appealing pony tailatop a shaven head,and a sweetly large bellyout of health and wealth,bring peace to sinful men,to people with dark stains.He walks with mightfor he is the best and right,but he often forgets his chores,lands up in serious holes.He had an offeringat a place nearby.It was Thursdayand the sun shone wild.He took the bus newly painted in redbut forgot his stoppage, he in utter distress.He remembered the chants-he recalled and checked,his memory worked wellwhen it was pure business.The old lady besidemurmured in painfor his heavy movementspoiled her embroidered dress.She couldn't shoutto a pandit obvious-she feared frozen cursesor next birth's sinsor hungry death burning hell amidst!Meanwhile, our panditfeared more-doubted on his doings,sins in store!The conductor uttered options.Alas! All were illusions.He finally decided to returnto where he first boarded;to speak to the conductor,he tried to make some progress.But... but he forgot that too, his head burnt like a stove!God was asleep,He didn't show some love!The lady beside,irritated entirely,shouted at last, "O' big Pandit, why forget you must?"

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I teach at School of Electronics, KIIT University, Odisha, India and work for pleasure as the Editor of Guwahatian- an e-magazine from Guwahati. 'The Moustached Poet' is also a book collection of my 50 poems published by Partridge India and launched worldwide online in over 20+ stores during December, 2014 - January, 2015.
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